Where the flesh meets the spirit worldWhere the traffic is thinI slip from a vacant viewI should have thought of thatAnd the sound of tomorrowLike a black-hearted vile thingLike the silence of tensionIt's too many lonely nightsI can't tell good from badI can't pass you byToo exchangingYou've been aroundBut you've changed meYou've been aroundCan't pass you byYou've been aroundBut you've changed meCh-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-change!Too exchangingYou've been aroundbut you've changed meYou've been aroundcan't pass you by